Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.